| A Prayer for Baby Jocelyn
Posted: 6/25/2007 6:07:31 AM | It has come to my attention recently through a friend in the pond that a couple of POFer's have an infant who has been experiencing some medical difficulties and it brings tears to my heart to hear of this. As a mom who for nearly three months watched my first born child daily not knowing if he would live or die, I can very much relate to the agony these parents are going through.
This is the information I have regarding her condition to share with all of you.......
Baby Joclyen is 6 Months to 7 Months in July..New Years baby..!! She is suffering from uncontrolled seizures at the moment with no known origin..They are running all kinds of tests on her..poking holes in everywhere..God love her..she is getting freaked out..needless to say!! Medication isn't working at this time for the seizures..what a joy she is honey..I can get her to just laugh out loud through the phone..I just love this Child
My deepest wish
for you dear child
is that your suffering
for now will only be mild
that soon God's hand
will reach down to you
stop this illness
bring you healthy so brand new
I pray that
soon this will end
from deep in my heart
this is a prayer Jocelyn
that I now do send....
I post this message here upon your thread, in hopes that all who read it may take a moment to send up a prayer for this helpless infant and that our prayers may bring this child out of suffering. Thank you Wicked....I am doing a 24 hour vigil on my thread, all are welcome to post prayers or poems there as their own contribution. :angel | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/25/2007 7:54:08 PM | The desert sun heats the mind
Burns in memories the ties that bind
Walking late into the night
Cool and gentle losing sight
Traveling cross the deserts sands
Through the guiding of his hands
Hardship teaches lessons taught
Memories stored the mind has caught
Teaching us the way that’s true
Guiding us through the morning dew
Over the horizon into the light of day
A beautiful sun…a beautiful array
Presenting to us the Promised Land
Far beyond the desert’s sand
P.S. Niave and Cash thanks for your praise I am truly humbled | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/26/2007 3:44:03 PM | Hey there triplebp...beautiful poem..hugz for ya 
They pulled the curtain
closed the door
but with the "eyes of his heart"
the child could still see and feel so much more....
Feeling out of place,
he finds a small space,
and unfolds some treasured memories
he keeps tucked safe away....
But as he endures storm after storm
little by little
even these few savored memories are tossed
scattered
lost
to yesterday's wind
leaving the child confused and torn.....
Convinced the past must be forgotten
for it brings back so much pain
But even as he begins to make new memories,
he finds that in his heart,what still remains...left behind...this lingering stain....
Sometimes,with a child's imagination
he would plan his escape
to a happier place....
Then one day,
and only with a child's imagination,
he met and talked with God along the way...and then his "heart smiled"once again... | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/26/2007 4:32:18 PM | Wanted to acknowlege that your thread has reached 1000 posts/
good looking out NW...kewl place indeed! | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/26/2007 4:33:46 PM | Marvelous writes everyone; simply mind blowing!
As I e-mailed and said Wicked, I’m sorry to hear about this, and I have placed the little one in my prayers. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/26/2007 4:41:10 PM | Philosophical Conceptualism-Warfare
Rake a man’s mind barren.
Take truth from out his skin.
Replace it with relativism,
Nihilism, radical subjectivism, and
If possible, turn him amoral insane.
The magnetic philosophical prance,
The nothing exists twilight-zone-dance,
Learn modernity parlance;
Or prepare to war the majority trance.
Sentenced! Imprisoned by pleasure,
Arrogance, pride, indifference, egoism,
Vindictive omens, rioters, solipsism
Believers, that advocate upon skeptic measure.
Alas naïve inflamed rift without gain.
Where is the witty? Where is autonomy
Outside of hedonistic assertion?
Or is it all modern day heteronomy?
A man sits with briers and thorns
Engrafted in his spirit, without guided scope
Of how to root out the seed of mourn,
Without lyric to replenish Romantic hope;
Modernity born the atheists smile,
Feeling ecstatic that another lives as if dead
With no comfort outside of lascivious trial
With no faith of escape from the infectious head. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/26/2007 9:44:04 PM | ^^^^That was off the hook/powerful write NW 
gonna bounce some rhymes off this one.
This dressed up nothingness
wearing it's own philosophical disguise
while selling compormised smiles
and doing whatever shows"favor in their eyes"
taking away all accountability and traditional view
to validate it all with surrounding circumstances
or whatever else one buys into...
And it gets tough trying to feed our kids moral fiber,
right and wrong
in a secular world
where the spirit has no home.
But for me, there is a highest,
ultimate reality
that lives within me and awaits me
at the end of this journey...
And many will choose to reject
and try to destruct that which is spirit to spirit and transcending
But they can keep their nonexisting and nothingness
and I'll keep my "plot with a happy ending"........... | |
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Posted: 6/27/2007 6:05:46 PM | I thank you for all the positive encouragement that you give to us all, Casheyesblond; you are a wonderful personality.
And I thank you for these thoughts to meditate upon. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/27/2007 8:10:32 PM | LXVI
But a dreamer;
Search’n out th’
‘Collective consciousnesses’;
Trapp’d in the soul of
Man’s ‘psychic apparatus.’
The sanctity of th’ church
Chalice, is but a ‘dream
With’n a dream’; but stalwart
And quixotic, we await the
Virgin birth. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/27/2007 8:26:43 PM | I used to love you........
before all the show
I knew how I felt
in my mind.....it did grow
I used to love you.....
every damn thing
I even wondered how you
put up with me!
I used to love the way you laughed
before you put me to the test
I used to love you everyday
I loved the way....
we had time to play!
I still love you.........
just a different way
Sometimes love
changes
that way! | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 6/27/2007 9:46:56 PM | DCLXVI
Angel of many shades!
Appellations that transcend time!
Illusive but thirsty present;
Sharing a common lust,
At war we met.
Tenuous man fell from
The harmony of Being
Into the Realms of ‘Nothingness.’
Notwithstanding the hellbird
Serenades innocence asleep.
Epiphanies tease the senses!
Therein the energy compels.
Thus man leaps from the cliff
Undiscerningly racing to catch
The ground. The impact is unfatal.
Man is left with a breath to forlorn. O
Great delusion thee art; delusion
Wit an internal key. The apogee of
The supernal unrest; especially at this
Moment’s impression, cautioning me to
Summons retreat. Thereafter forty days
Ye appeared; in midst the desecration,
Aiming to supplant, aiming to make
Futile the sacred blood. Hence be gone,
But vanity is thy anchor, therefore thee
Linger in the penumbra, suffocating
Man’s illumination; thou symbolic
Engrailment of Cain. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 7/1/2007 8:17:53 PM | increadible write my friend.......still absorbing...
silence falls in rage of quickening
faltering upon the stone of pius
alter of divinity calling
feel hard the shround
as light gathers strentgh of nightime release
and the heart dies in rythems of silent tears
quickening | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 7/1/2007 9:00:34 PM | White feather fallssssssss................................
slowly.....slowly...................passes all the silence
Like a interpretation of less violence
Has it fallen , from an Angel?
Or fallen from the One?
Has it passed every eye within the world?
Maybe has?
Maybe has floated Centuries
Decades......Memories
Has it lost it's way?
Or have we just become complacent
with it's loss?
I Think Not!
My Bluebird still sings..........
Is he crazy..........
?
Or am I?
I think not!
Can't find my bluebird anywhere?
Where did he fly?
Did he fly away?
Lost in the rain.....................
Hiding in the way............
I can find you again???????????? | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 7/2/2007 2:53:47 AM | A few years now I’ve been suffering
most nights I go to bed
I awake
with a electric jolt
I searched and researched to no avail
nothing describes my malady
Today I went for a nap
in the middle of the day
I awoke in fright
the electric jolt
was a firework going off
Call me crazy
there is nothing insane
about dreaming in colour
more awakenings?
science must prove me wrong!
My eyes don’t need light to see
Issus’ house shelters me too  | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 7/2/2007 10:57:16 PM | Set a spark
in motion
easy to forget
and let it blow away
licking at the edges
of your mind
the fringes from the flame
will not be denied
let it go, let it go
you say
thought you saw shadow
a rapid whisp of haze
dancing to the side
look fast, at the shadow
and it's gone
but you felt that stab of fright
wake to the night
with a roaring in your ears
tears in your eyes
throat clenched tight
then you know it has caught up with you
and it's far too late to fight
burn it down
and let it go
turn around
so it can't show
the vibrant fear
in you, hide
you know this beast
you set free
and left to roam
in spite..... | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 7/2/2007 11:11:10 PM | wonderful write baby... BURN IT DOWN!
I posted this a few days ago, but I wanted to leave it here.
Thanks J for your thread........
Shadow
I am your shadow
I follow you in your day
I leap when you dance
I accept strings attached through light prisms
the night comes, I leave
I fall in vapors as a cloud in the night
with stars falling away
my existence is marred
in the night sky
when day breaks
you rise and walk your journey
I gently glide by your side
always a friend
always connected
through darkness and light
in the bends of my body
the cracks in my life
you see me staring up at you
eyes sealed with a startled glance
my darkness paces your steps
every time you foot falls upon the earth
we are joined as one
running through life
we will never part
I fly with you as the underside of your wings
I breath fascination of dawn with you
I cannot ever leave your side
I am nothing without your stature
your face, your atonishing grace
I am your shadow | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 7/3/2007 8:13:14 PM | Shadowriter; I thank you for the positive feedback; and know that I feel the same about your writes.
Jules; I’m truly smiling…this poem about the bluebird is wonderful.
Alwaysdreaming; your poems are in a class of majesty. I really absorb them in. I do hope that you return. I really do!
Adament; it’s been a long time. Reading this poem placed me in a different zone; there’s truly a touch of your magic therein, I enjoyed reading it.
Tenz; great poem! And I’m glad that things are working out for you. It’s a pleasure to see you again. | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 7/8/2007 9:39:31 PM | Thanks darlin. Been busy, and missed the good reads and writes!
A lot of wonderful inspirations are tucked away in these forums, and I couldn't stay gone for long....
speak to me
of sandstone hearts
of will like raw granite
and firework sparks
speak to me like wind
whispers through the leaves
thoughts cascading invading
and wistful eve's
show me the colors
of a sunset squeezed
in dark alleys pond, reflect
and I'll show you how I live a life
with little room for regret | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 7/9/2007 3:09:57 AM | Sun breaks the morning dawn
Birds sing their morning song
Never to bed by the morning dew
Even though the morning is new
Lost in the night’s desire
Brought on by the night’s fire
Time to bed the nights complete
Take in the day of the night’s retreat
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 7/9/2007 6:38:39 PM | light falling low upon the gardens of times lost wisdom
feel streched with the evergrowing shadows
drawing out what remains of daytime playful light
a lost soul gathers strong the winds of changing tempest flow
release the passions that the heart holds as truth
and dance to the echoes rythems that carry the course of the night stars
behold all that is my realm
my shadows have returned to the garden once more
life burning ebb flows gentle
as the realization of death sinks fourth
and the soul walks again as one
the shadows framming what life remains
in the ever binding strangle hold
as the vine of death soon grows ever tighter
and light shall shine no more
Athena guide me as I wander through thy robe of darkend flora
and hold tight my hand as approach the gentle flow of styx
carry fouth the boatman
two coins in hand for ferry voyage froe
behold my darkness is again wrapped tight as the shadow again grows with my body
my heart shall be true to thee my child
as dance we have in gardens of daytime beauty
again we will upon the nightime plain of juno glow
ride high this night orion
and guide your arrow as passage becalls my distant star
ursala prepare for my comming soon
to for night skies shall be the play ground of the shadow walkers
once again
an epitaph shall be written in the stars
for all to see and remember
that the brightest lights shine stronger from the depths of shadows plains
against the blue black vale of fallen dreams
and long forgotten lovers hearts
a star lite sky can fill the passages of lifetimes many
and one star can bare the tears of a fallen shadow walker
shadowriter | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 7/13/2007 7:08:42 PM | the heart casts a strong shadow
stretching far across the the broken conreat below
leaving traces of shatered memories behind
for others to gaze in amusement
shadowriter | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 7/13/2007 7:16:44 PM | I see the fading glow of sunset
tears alight in her grey hazed light
wonder I who couldf have broken the heart of one as such
a lover or a child
deceptions orange hue lights bright her sullen stare
as if numb to the moment
lost only in the dying memory of a forgotten love
despair my dear sunset
for soon the burning fire of new passion shall rise with thee | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 7/13/2007 8:18:35 PM | a single touch of white this day
a gentley falls purity
in the form of one
soft gentle flake of new snow
aginst the darkend charcoal remains
of what was once the garden of life
burned by the dying passion of a broken heart
shadowriter | |
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| Abstract Rhythms
Posted: 7/15/2007 12:17:40 AM | | I am totally taken aback... these poems are fantastic.... I thank you each for giving me so much substance to meditate upon! | |
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